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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=455607" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Elegy to the Memory of Richard Boyle, Esq.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">NEAR yon bleak mountain's dizzy height, <br>That hangs o'er AVON's silent wave; <br>By the pale Crescent's glimm'ring light, <br>I sought LORENZO's lonely grave. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O'er the long grass the silv'ry dew, <br>Soft Twilight's tears spontaneous shone; <br>And the dank bough of baneful yew <br>Supply'd the place of sculptured stone. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oft, as my trembling steps drew near, <br>The aëry voice of FANCY gave <br>The plaint of GENIUS to mine ear, <br>That, lingering, murmur'd on his grave. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Cold is that heart, where honour glow'd, <br>And Friendship's flame sublimely shone, <br>And clos'd that eye where Pity flow'd, <br>For ev'ry suff'ring but HIS OWN. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;That form where youth and grace conspir'd, <br>To captivate admiring eyes, <br>No more belov'd, no more admir'd, <br>A torpid mass neglected lies. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Mute is the music of that tongue, <br>Once tuneful as the voice of love, <br>When ORPHEUS, by his magic song, <br>Taught trees, and flinty rocks to move. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Oft shall the pensive MUSE be found, <br>Sprinkling with flow'rs his mould'ring clay; <br>While soft-eyed SORROW wand'ring round, <br>Shall pluck intruding weeds away.&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sad victim of the sordid mind, <br>That doom'd THEE to an early grave; <br>Ne'er shall HER breast that pity find, <br>Which thy forgiveness nobly gave! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou, who, when SORROW'S icy hand <br>Forbad the healthsome pulse to flow, <br>Obedient to HER stern command, <br>With meek submission bow'd thee low! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when thy faded cheek proclaim'd <br>The thorn that rankled in thy breast, <br>Thy steady soul that pride maintain'd, <br>Which marks the godlike mind distress'd! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nor was thy mental strength subdu'd, <br>When HOPE's last ling'ring shadows fled, <br>Unchang'd, thy dauntless spirit view'd <br>The dreary confines of the dead! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when thy penetrating mind, <br>Life's thorny maze presum'd to scan, <br>In ev'ry path condemn'd to find <br>&quot;The low ingratitude of man.&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Indignant would'st thou turn away, <br>And smiling raise thy languid eye, <br>And oft thy feeble voice would say, <br>&quot;TO ME 'TIS HAPPINESS TO DIE.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And tho' thy FRIEND, I with skilful art, <br>To heal thy woes, each balm apply'd; <br>Tho' the fine feelings of his heart, <br>Nor cost nor studious care deny'd! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He saw the fatal hour draw near, <br>He saw THEE fading to the grave; <br>He gave his last kind gift, A TEAR, <br>And mourn'd the worth he could not save. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nor could the ruthless breath of FATE <br>Snatch from thy grave the tender sigh; <br>Nor a relentless monster's hate <br>Impede thy passage to the sky. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And tho' no kindred tears were shed, <br>No tribute to thy memory giv'n; <br>Sublime in death, thy spirit fled, <br>To seek its best reward IN HEAVEN!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mary+Darby+Robinson">Mary Darby Robinson</a><div class=q>
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That hangs o'er AVON's silent wave; 
By the pale Crescent's glimm'ring light, 
I sought LORENZO's lonely grave. 

O'er the long grass the silv'ry dew, 
Soft Twilight's tears spontaneous shone; 
And the dank..."></div>
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